I could spit blood, feathers, venom (take your pick) I'm so mad at the f**k wittage that has taken place at work. Decisions have been made with little or no regard to the impact on the lives of individuals, real people...then just as I'm reeling from that c**p I get home this evening to find that my cat of 17 years, Sweep, finally gave up the
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